NLE Choppa – Let Em Know Lyrics
Let Em Know Lyrics by NLE Choppa
You know how we comin’ behind them guns sh!t
Crip, NLE
I’m head huncho of the gang, so you know I’m general
You not a gangster got to b!tchin’ when the judge sentence you (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
You sent some shots and got to missin’, boy you know we bulletproof (Ayy)
We get in the bows and come out the water (Come out the water)
Been wipin’ my drip, I feel like the cars (I feel like the cars)
Put the dirt on my name, I just go harder (Go harder)
Got hit with this stick, he need a doctor (He need a doctor)
If he get the pack, you know I’ma stretch him
I shot at the head, but the bullet hit neck (Ayy)
And I’m pullin’ this trigger, I get too agressive (Ayy)
And all of your niqqas, they fold under pressure (Ayy)
She want my d–k, I hit one night
I put it in, it grip me tight
She call me papi, that I like
Glock in the cut, it’s under the pillow
B!tch, I saw him, I swear I’ma drill him
Show no cap, I was raised by killers
Up the pole and then smoke, come pop my niqqa
You know how we get in, you know he get knocked back, niqqa
Ayy, you just met with the Glock and put it on top back, niqqa
Ayy, It’s for the murder, we don’t do a song, my niqqa
Leave that boy in the scene, caution tape, white chalk that niqqa
This sh!t can get deadly, tell that niqqa that I said it
We leavin’ niqqas in the paramedics
A fruit ninja, choppa pop yo’ melons
And I’m shootin’ sh-t like I’m J.J. Red!ck
I’m head huncho of the gang, so you know I’m general
You not a gangster got to B!tchin’ when the judge sentence you (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
You sent some shots and got to missin’, boy you know we bulletproof (Ayy)
We get in the bows and come out the water (Come out the water)
Been wipin’ my drip, I feel like the cars (I feel like the cars)
Put the dirt on my name, I just go harder (Go harder)
Got hit with this stick, he need a doctor (He need a doctor)
If he get the pack, you know I’ma stretch him
I shot at the head, but the bullet hit neck
And I’m pullin’ this trigger, I get too agressive
And all of your niqqas, they fold under pressure
[Verse 2] Coming in, ooh, you can get punched up
niqqas know what these guns ’bout
I was thuggin’ hard on a lower level
See me up now in the field better
Kill one then my trap on lock
Pockets on swole, they look like [?] She play with her nose, [?] Hit from the back, baow, baow, baow
The beat start changin’, bangin’ retarded
I think ’bout murder, this sh!t now I’m harvestin’
I said what I meant, I don’t say no sorry
My feelings and pride, it’s my priority
Ran off on a niqqa, I don’t give a fvck (I don’t give a f–k, ni–a)
Slit homies throat, we do it in public
The police talkin’, you gave them a subject
I sat in the room, I didn’t say nothin’ [Chorus] niqqa thought I was a B!tch, so you know I let ’em know (I let ’em know)
I’m head huncho of the gang, so you know I’m general
You not a gangster got to B!tchin’ when the judge sentence you (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
You sent some shots and got to missin’, boy you know we bulletproof (Ayy)
We get in the bows and come out the water (Come out the water)
Been wipin’ my drip, I feel like the cars
Put the dirt on my name, I just go harder (Go harder)
Got hit with this stick, he need a doctor
If he get the pack, you know I’ma stretch him
I shot at the head, but the bullet hit neck
And I’m pullin’ this trigger, I get too agressive
And all of your niqqas, they fold under pressure [Outro] NLE, Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda